IMPORTANT NOTE: No, this is not sponsored. I (and many of the women in the Mamamia office) are just obsessed with this new collection and really needed to write about it because CLOTHES…
I was navigating the freshly-mopped floors of Melbourne Central Shopping Centre in the sunny hours of Saturday morning when, mid wobble, I glanced at the shop window on my right.
And there she was. Red. Three-quarter length sleeves. Tassels. Teeny tiny pom poms.
It was the friggin’ perfect dress. The dress dreams are made of. For, well, anything and everything. Spring races and rooftop bars. But also birthday drinks. And Sunday brunch. And work. And… sleep.
The shop window was belonging to French Connection and the doors were closed.
“DAMMIT,” I hissed to no-one in particular, except for maybe the dude mopping. “I NEED THAT DRESS ON ME RIGHT NOW.”
Then my eye wandered to the creations surrounding the dress.
“Holy sh*t.”
Animal prints. Sequins. Colour. Stripes. Polka dots. Floaty dresses. Flared sleeves.
It was like Gorman and Seed had a baby. A beautiful, fun, happy, beautiful baby.
But I had a problem: it was bloody 8:50am and I needed to be at my desk in T minus 10 minutes. There was no time to wait for the doors to open and shower myself in glorious paprika-coloured fabric. I needed to run.
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I got into work and hurriedly told weekend news producer, Zara McDonald, about my find. She had seen the shop window, too. We both momentarily died of a joint conniption and then set about deciding what we were going to buy first.
